What's so bad about oxidants?

I wonder what the timetable would be for storing up bellybutton lint to fill a small pillow.

I'd have kept digging up last year's art as it was created for #LastYearToday but the age restriction labels are too annoying and @TwitterSupport is an #oxymoron.

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Bee tee dubs, it's crazy, when I look at tweets for #LastYearToday, seeing how many of y'all f$&kers ended up blocking me for whatever f$&king reason (side note: if I can't recall the interaction, blocking was the wrong move. Mute and move on. I'm not even looking at you).

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I wonder what I'd do if I applied myself.

Okay … whatever … that last one should've read #LastYearYesterday. The takeaway here is that I said everything that needed saying last f$&king year before the last smidge of hope I'd held onto that @Twitter could be more than a delivery vehicle for captive audiences evaporated.

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Side note: got something for ya @TwitterSupport

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When you realize you've just established a new greatest-generational-gap-moment-between-yourself-and-another-adult 'cause your trainer asked about concerts you'd attended, you told him you saw #TheGratefulDead five times before Jerry died, to which he replied, "who is that?"

#GolfClubs #NowIGotsEmBeetches

When you find yourself fantasizing as you're brushing your teeth that your uncanny ability to pick up golf at the age of forty four (having been pressed into the exercise by the nice lady that employs your personal trainers) has precipitated your unusual entry into random-open-tourney-goes-here, which inevitably leads to your being posed a question live on television by random-sports-correspondent-goes-here. The question posed is random-why-get-into-golf-question-goes-here and you answer all:

I'm glad you asked. I got into golf because I wanted to draw attention to how the bifurcation of America's information ecosystem (social media supplanting print media being the bifurcational catalyst) has so segregated our propaganda (both good and bad faith varieties) from its counter-propaganda (both good and bad faith varieties) that we now live beneath a dual reality democracy.

Such a democracy shall never know civil discourse, for the aim of such discourse is the acquisition of common ground. There are but two requirements that are absolute when considering the success of such an engagement. The first is that those convening do so in good faith. Whether our leaders have done so is irrelevant, technically it remains a possibility for them to do so beneath a dual reality democracy.

It's the second requirement that shall inevitably cause the American experiment to fail beneath a dual reality democracy. Common ground may only be found amongst those that share a common reality.

Everything about civil society requires a shared reality. Everything within civil society devolves without one. It's kinda fuckin' important that those who presume to lead begin to understand the unprecedented context within which they must do so. I took up golf so I might let y'all know.

Then, noticing the dumbfounded (or possibly glazed over) expression on the face of random-sports-correspondent-goes-here, I figure I oughta wrap it up (#ADHD) and bounce. So, I'm all:

It's a lot to wrap the head around. I get it. If anyone watching, or you, yourself, should ever find themselves interested in just such wrapping, check out some of the shit I've written. Some of the shit I've written is kinda fuckin' stellar.

Watching the replay of yesterday's #January6thCommitteeHearings, these @MSNBC journalists and pundits be acting like everything before the first recess wasn't something we f$&king knew on January f$&king 6th.

Were this true, @DNC, you'd do me the courtesy of reading what it is I have to say.